Baby No Sleep=Daddy No Sleep

A sleeping child: the Holy Grail for parents

So we've now found out that even in really cold weather, it's too hot in our bed for all three of us.
The temperature dipped down to a chilly -37 with the windchill last night. So of course that was the night when Rowan couldn't sleep by herself. Despite my best intentions of not wanting to use the soother, we have been using one to help her get to sleep. Of course, it doesn't work as well when she spits it out after Mom gets comfortable in her bed. This is when I'm glad she's still sleeping in our room, so that at least she's close. After the 4th time of getting up to put the soother back in her mouth, I decided just to bring her to bed. Much easier to tuck the soother back in her mouth when she's lying right beside me. Besides, then she can hold my hand, or my finger at least, and this seems to make her feel better. I know I love to fall asleep with her holding my hand (finger. Whatever! It's all cute). We drift off to sleep, comfortable, warm and very content.
Fast forward four hours or so, and James has come to bed with us. I wake up a puddle. I ask myself, "Have my nursing pads overflowed again? Is this a puddle of breastmilk I appear to be lying in?" But no, it's sweat. I get up to get a drink of water, since I'm now incredibly thirsty and when I come back to bed, James is awake. I explain why Rowan is in bed with us, we discuss the fact that we are very warm, I get up and turn down the heater that we've had to put into our room to keep the temperature above 15, crawl back under the new king size duvet (the reasons behind that are a whole post on their own), and I go back to sleep fairly quickly. James, does not. Poor Daddy stays awake until 7am, when Rowan wakes me up to nurse. Poor guy only got about 3 hours of sleep and he has to go to work.
Perhaps the moral of the story is that sleep with a two month old is hard to come by and we should be thankful for the sleep we do get. We are very lucky that she sleeps 8-10 hours most nights. But I think that although having an easy baby is wonderful, and well, easy, it doesn't prepare you for when things really go awry. Like the nights when she won't or can't fall asleep. I mean, how are you supposed to deal with a manically screaming baby when you're not used to it? Or running on three hours of sleep when you're used to getting seven or more? I have a few friends who had colicky babies that will kick me in the butt for this post, but it's true!
But our beautiful girl is asleep now, albeit with the soother in mouth and I'm getting some time to myself. I intend to enjoy every minute of it. Perhaps I'll shower-the surprisingly difficult activity to perform with a child.